As if being on a plane with no option of escaping Warner’s presence isn’t enough, I’m standing only two people behind him, waiting to check into the hotel. Maybe I should’ve told Jana everything. She surely would’ve understood when I told her I absolutely cannot travel with this man.
Ford comes to my side, wearing a suit and carrying the brown leather bag he uses when he’s only traveling for one night. “I told Tweetie he’s on his own. We’ll bunk together.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m sorry? Bunk together?”
“Don’t worry, Tweetie loves that he gets his own room. Said he wished I’d told him sooner, and he’d have invited Tedi, but whatevs. Just like old times.” He puts his arm around my shoulders.
I circle out of his hold. “We’ve never shared a room, so it’s not like old times, and I rea
